How To Love (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Meeting Someone Nice

I didn't sleep that night, the previous event kept replaying in my mind. I put some ice on my arm where Justin grabbed me, then cried untill the morning. Before school I straightened my hair and applied my regular makeup, trying to look happy.

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Hesitantly, I walked into my 3rd period class, and saw Justin sat in the front row as usual. Deciding to sit in the back row, I stared at him from his back. Every moment from last night playing in my mind. A blonde haired boy sat next to me, and I realized I was in his regular seat.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Standing up, "I didn't mean to steal your seat." He touched my arm, where it was bruised, softly and said, "It's fine. You can sit there." Shocked by his voice, I had never heard it. I sat down again, setting my bag down.

"What happened to your arm?" Touching it softly, his fingers smooth. His voice had an Irish accent, I couldn't help but admire it.

"I Uhm..." I stuttered.

"That's alright. You don't have to tell me." He looked me in the eyes. His eyes a bright blue, seemingly sparkly. I caught myself blush, but stopped. Class went on, and I wondered why he talked to me. This boy never talked to anyone, I had never heard his voice before. I couldn't help but adore his accent and how his eyes sparkled while looking into mine.

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"God dammit." Dad was angry. "Another girl lost." He walks away from the tv and towards me. He hugs me tightly saying, "Please stay safe for me, darling. Girls are disappearing, quickly, all over the country. I can't loose you."

"Dad, I'll be fine." Covering the bruise on my arm.

"What's that?" He removes my hand from the bruise.

"Girl problems." I blurt out.

"Ugh. Another fight? I need to have a talk with your principle about those students."

"No. It's fine. Promise."

"If you say so." Dad says. I knew he wanted to stand up for me and Jenny, but he hated getting involved. He'd much rather sit at home with a beer and his television.

"Hey, I'm gonna take a nap, okay?" I felt claustrophobic in the house, and it wasn't even a small home. Being with my father for too long made me feel claustrophobic at times. I wasn't actually going to take a nap, I needed air. I went to my room and shut the door behind me, turning all the lights off, and climbing out my window to escape for awhile.

*Niall's P.O.V.*

Clover ran out in front of me dodging the trees perfectly, she ran this route a lot. Her long blood red hair whipped behind her, almost touching my face, as we ran towards the usual "feeding ground". (I've always hated calling it that, but it's true.) Clover already had a drunk man stumbling after her by the time I caught up. The man leaned into kiss her, and so did she, until she suddenly whipped him around and pinned him against the nearby building wall. She pressed her lips against his, but what appears to be a kiss, is rather deadly. Her eyes were completley black as she fed off the mans soul by a kissing motion that pulled the black mist out of him. I hated the sight of it, but it was the only way of our survival, otherwise we would face certain starvation.

We left the secluded alley, full of homeless and broken people, and decided to head back to an old park to catch up on old times. I wasn't hungry that evening anyways. It had been awhile since Clover and I really hung out, usually we only see each other during feeding. Clover and I walked into the park as Clover said, "Oh, seriously, who's that?" She was upset, hoping we would be alone. There was a girl with brown hair that sat on the swings and humming a childrens song. I recongnized her from earlier today, she was the girl with the bruise who sat in my seat. I walked over to her and said, "I love that song!" She flinched, startled. I laughed a little, "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just walking past and I saw you. I thought I'd say hey!" She wasn't responding, so I awkwardly stood up to leave but she quickly asked me to stay. I noticed Clover leaving, so I decided to sit with her at the swings. To make a conversation I said, "So, why were you sitting in the back earlier?" I looked at my feet and swung slightly, "normally you sit by Justin."

"Justin and I had a not-so-smooth breakup." She finally said.

"Oh, what a shame? It's been five years now? Has it?" I asked, she looked shocked that I knew. She didn't say anything for awhile, and just nodded. "I always thought you guys would last forever." I say.

"What's your name?" She blurted out, changing the subject.

"Niall. Niall Horan," I respond, "and what's yours?"

"That's such a unique name, I really like it." She said, she sounded awkward, "mines Kennedy."

"I like yours too." I smiled at her and swung my feet, "so, what ever happened between you and Justin?" She sat quietly for awhile again, probably thinking of a lie.

"I caught him cheating." She pushed it out of her mouth and I noticed her bite her lip. Her eyes began to fill with tears as she struggled to contain her emotions. I went to hug her, still sitting on my swing, and shocked myself. I felt a weird sensation in my throat and chest, and it felt like sympathy. I don't feel things of love and caring, why was I suddenly now?

*End of Niall's P.O.V.*

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